He is beautiful. He deserves love

He’s lovely. Beautiful. Inside and out.

Troubled.

I could hold him like a child. I want to protect him and change the world to make him happy.

But he’s strong. Has had to become strong to deal with life he was dealt.

It hurts me that he hurts.

I feel as if I could go to war, to fight anyone who threatens his happiness. I know I sound crazy.

Once again he’s world has gone dark and he withdrew. From me too.

I worry that I am part of the problem, I worry that he’s hurting. I worry about what the hurt is doing to him.

I adore him.

Have you ever wanted happiness for someone else so intensely, even though you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to benefit from it.

 

He needs to be loved. He deserves to be loved.